ADVISE FROM A VEGAN

My mag-nif friend the Vegan (a.k.a Pamela, Vegan's eat cheese doodles??) called last night, after about an hour of rambling on about my latest exploits, he told me point blank that I need to be writing this all in my blog. Partly, I'm sure on his behalf, so that i get all this chatter out of my system and save his phone bill. But also, as he put it "it's not so much the aggressive self loathing, as the witty repartee that draws me to your writing" (Yes, the vegan uses this kind of language on a regular basis... This kind of sentence to him is the equivalent to "Hey girl...Uh uh...No you did-n't" for the average American, this is part of the beauty and charm of my fair-vegan and his Hare Krishna ways..)
Anyway his campaigning was working. But, i still felt that i really needed extra motivation to get back on the saddle, something that would make me sit and write. After much deliberation with V, the idea of stalking my latest conquest seemed like too much of an opportunity to miss... just think about it... writing about the medieval artist and his heroic Georgian-esque ways, whilst sat in a cafe on his street, he could walk past at any minute. So, it's been decided, tomorrow at 2, let the stalking commence. The vegan and I sipping coffee, typing away on our laptops, inconspicuous to all, but secretly plotting... You see its got me typing already...